Whoever you are, or think you maybe I am afraid for you: you need to Develop an interest in life: stop living in the Shadow Of the dead Poets: There were here and now there are gone We are here: think of the changing fall foliage, think of how
We smile as they match our mood and clothing Autumn came and welcome us with the beautiful colors Suddenly, winter came they fall to the ground However, we capture their images in our mind, As we Paint its likeness on canvas: Now theyβre gone: The Poets is dead, yet you long for them to be resurrected
Are you ready for the sequel? Are we ready for reading the room? Are we ready for some modern concrete poetry?